Viktor Stepanovich Grebennikov - naturalist and professional entomologist. He is also an artist and an
intellectual with a wide range of interests and pursuits. He is known to many
as the discoverer of the Cavity Structures Effect (CSE). But very few people
are familiar with his other discovery, the one that also borrows from Nature
and its innermost secrets.

He had discovered antigravitational
effects of the chitin shell of certain insects back in 1988
but, the most impressive concomitant phenomenon he has discovered at the same
time was that of complete or partial invisibility
and/or of distorted perception of material objects entering the zone of
compensated gravity. Based on this discovery, Victor Grebennikov used bionic
principles to design and build an anti-gravitational platform for hovering
flights at the speeds of up to 25 km/min. Since 1991-92 he has used this device
for his own fast transportation.

Bio-gravitational effects
are a wide spectrum of natural phenomena, apparently not confined to just a few
species of insects. There is much empirical data to support the possibility of
a lowered weight or complete levitation of material objects as a result of
directed psycho-physical human action (psychokinesis) e. g. levitation of yogi
practicing transcendental meditation according to the Maharishi method. There
are known cases of mediums levitating during spiritistic sessions.

However, it would be a
mistake to think that such abilities are only found in people who are gifted by
nature. I am convinced that these abilities are an understudied biological
regularity. As is known, human weight significantly drops in the state of
somnambulistic automatism (sleepwalking). Average 80-90 kg sleepwalkers are
able to tread on thin planks, or step on people sleeping next to them without
causing the latter any physical discomfort other than fright during their
nocturnal journeys. Some clinical cases of non-spasmodic epileptic fits often
result in a short-term reversible transformation of personality (people in such
state are commonly referred to as "possessed"), whereby a skinny,
exhausted girl or a ten year old boy may acquire the physical prowess of a
trained athlete.

This psychological
phenomenon is currently known as the multiple personality syndrome, because it
significantly differs from the classical complex of epileptic symptoms. Such
clinical cases are well known and well documented. However, phenomena
accompanied by a change in the weight of humans or of material objects are not
confined to functional pathologies of the organism. Healthy people in the state
of acute psychological stress caused by a life threatening situation or an
overpowering motivation to achieve a vitally important goal have the ability to
spontaneously overcome obstacles insurmountable in their normal condition.
People in such situations are able to lift enormous weights etc.

These phenomena are
commonly explained by an extreme mobilization of muscular strength, but precise
calculations do not agree with such hypotheses. Apparently, athletes (high
jumpers, weightlifters, runners) have particularly developed
bio-antigravitational mechanisms. Their athletic performance is mostly (if not
wholly) determined not so much by the rigor of their training as by their
psychological preparedness. If an accurate scientific task of studying the
anomalies of the human weight in various psycho physiological states were ever set
up and a technical means of dynamic weight monitoring created, we would then
have objective data on this unusual phenomenon. There is also evidence of other
phenomena of short-term mass increase in biological objects, including humans,
that are not related to mass transfer.

V. S. Grebennikov's book
has high literary merit and includes the author's own illustrations. It is a
kind of a "fingerprint" for his system of spiritual values, his
environmental outlook, and his entomological autobiography. Many readers are
likely to perceive the book as nothing more than a popularized summary of the
entomologist's 60 year experience of scientific observations, peppered with
some elements of science fiction. But, such a conclusion would be deeply
erroneous. As Viktor Stepanovich's friend and as someone with an intimate
knowledge of his work (our homes are only 10 km apart), I can vouch that I have
never met a more careful, conscientious, honest, and talented experimental
scientist.

V. Grebennikov is also
widely known in the so-called scientific underground, which is the branch of
advanced Russian science constantly persecuted by the official scientific
establishment. An establishment committee for combating of "pseudo
science", created in Novosibirsk division of the Russian Academy, has
victimized many talented members of our local scientific community. The
situation is much the same at the Russian Agricultural Academy. It is very easy
to lose one's job at a lab, even as its head, regardless of one's degree and
title. One only needs to publish an article on, for example, the evolutionary
significance of anti gravitational mechanisms in insects.

But, I am convinced that
discoveries of such proportions must not be buried in manuscripts just because
pragmatism still rules science. Let this book be nothing but "science
fiction" for those at the top. Each person has his own beliefs but, he who
has eyes shall see. Catastrophism in both, the evolution of living nature and
in the nature of human knowledge, is actually a drastic destruction of old
belief systems, a destruction that runs ahead of theoretical prognostications.

A fanatical faith and
worship of idols links our contemporary academic science with pagan religion.
Yet, a harmonious development (in the sense of Pavel Florensky's
pneumatosphere) would not be possible without breaking of the old stereotypes
in the process of mastering the wisdom and experience of older generations.

Chapter V, FLIGHT

It is a quiet evening in the
steppe. The red disk
of the sun has already touched the faraway, misty horizon. It's too late to get
back home. I've stayed too long here among my insects and I am getting ready to
spend the night in the open. Thank goodness, I still have some water in the
field bottle. I also have some mosquito repellent left and one really needs it
here, with the hosts of gnats on the steep shores of this salty lake.

I am in the steppes of
Kamyshlovo valley. The valley used to carry a mighty tributary of the Irtysh
river, but the plowing of the steppes and the deforestation of the hills has
turned the river into a deep, broad gully speckled by a string of salty lakes
like this one.

The evening is quiet and
calm tonight. Pods of ducks gleam over the evening lake and I can hear
sandpipers in the distance. The high, pearly sky stretches over the soothing
world of the steppe. Oh, how good it is to be out here, in the open country!

I am ready to settle for
the night on the very edge of the steppe on the grassy glade above the gully.
I've spread out my coat on the ground and set the backpack down as my pillow,
collected few dry cakes of cow manure and lit them up before lying down. The
romantic, unforgettable smell of bluish smoke is slowly spreading across the
dozing plane. I lie down on my simple bed, stretch my tired legs and anticipate
yet another wonderful night in the open country. The blue smoke will take me
quietly into the land of fairy tales as the night's drowsiness is overcoming me
quite fast. I shrink to a very small size of an ant, then I grow enormous, the
size of the whole sky and I am about to fall asleep. But why is it that these
"pre sleep transformations" of my bodily dimensions are somewhat
unusual today, so strong? A new sensation has mixed in, a sensation of falling as
though the high cliff above the gully has been snatched away from under me and
I were falling into an unknown, terrible abyss!

Suddenly, I see flashes
in front of my eyes and I open them but, the flashes would not disappear. They
keep dancing on the pearly silver evening sky above and on the grass around me.
I can feel a strong metallic taste in my mouth, as though I have pressed my
tongue to the contact plates of a small electric battery. My ears have started
ringing and I can distinctly hear the double beats of my own heart.

How can one sleep when
such things are going on!

I sit up and try to drive
away these unpleasant sensations but, nothing comes out of my efforts. The only
result is that the flashes are no longer wide and blurred but, they became
sharp and clear now, like sparks or perhaps small arcs and they make it
difficult for me to look around. Now I remember. I had a very similar
experience a few years ago in Lesochek [Little Grove], or to be more precise in
the Enchanted Grove [the author is referring to localities of an entomological
preserve in Omsk Region].

I have to get up and go for a walk around the lake
shore. Does it feel like this everywhere around here? No. I feel a clear effect
of "something" only right here, a meter from the edge of the cliff,
while the effect clearly disappears ten meters further into the steppe. It gets
a bit frightening. I am alone in the deserted countryside, by the
"Enchanted Lake". I should pack up quickly and clear out but, my
curiosity takes over me. What is this, really? Could it be that the smell of
the salty lake water and the rotting slime would do this to me? I slid down
down the cliff side under the steppe and sit down by the edge of the water. The
thick, sweetish smell of sapropel and the rotting remains of algae has
enveloped me like the mud in a spa. I sit there for five, may be ten minutes
with no unpleasant sensations. It would be much better to sleep here, only if
it weren't so damp. I climb back up onto the plane of the steppe and the same
old story repeats! My head begins to spin and I get that galvanic, sour taste
in my mouth again and I feel as though my weight were constantly changing. I
feel incredibly light at one moment and unbearably heavy the next and the same
streaks of light flash in my eyes as before.

If this were indeed a "bad
spot", some nasty anomaly, then no grass would grow here and the large
bees would not be nesting just below in the loamy edge of the cliff. Yet, their
nests are all over the place and in fact, I had made my bed right above their
underground "bee cities", with their multitude of tunnels and
chambers whose depths harbor so many larvae and cocoons, all of them alive and
thriving. Albeit, I understood nothing at this time and I got up from my
unpleasant bed with a headache long before the sunrise and hobbled off, all
tired, toward the road to catch a hitch to Isilkul.

I have
visited the "Enchanted Lake" four more times that summer at various
times of the day and under various weather conditions. My bees got incredibly
busy toward the end of the summer stuffing their holes with pollen of the wild
flowers and apparently feeling excellent. That was not my case though, while
standing about a meter off the cliff edge above their nests. The set of the
most unpleasant sensations would again settle in me, right here, while there
would be none some five meters away and I feel the same old bewilderment: Why?
Why do these bees feel so good here, feel so great that the entire cliff is
drilled with their holes like a Swiss cheese and in places looking almost like
a sponge?

The solution to this has
come to me many years later, when the bee city in Kamyshlovo Valley has long
since disappeared. The tillage reached the very edge of the cliff. Its top has
consequently dropped off and what used to be a hard earthen bank with its bee
nests and grassy top has turned into an atrocious and ugly, muddy slide.

But I had a
handful of old clay lumps, the fragments of the nests with their multiple
chamber cells, back at my home. Their side by side cells reminded me of small thimbles, or
little jugs with narrowing necks. I already knew that these bees were of the
quadruple ring species, with 4 light rings on their elongated bellies. I had a
wide container filled with these spongy clay lumps on my equipment cluttered
desk, along with ant and grasshopper houses, bottles with chemicals and other
assorted interesting stuff. I was about to pick something or another up and I
moved my hand above these porous fragments.

A miracle! I had suddenly
felt the warmth emanating from these remains. I've touched the lumps with my
bare hand yet, they were cold. But, I could clearly feel the thermal sensation
right above them. I could also feel some hitherto unknown jerks, some sort of
"tick" in my fingers, besides the warmth. When I pushed the jar with
the nests to the end of the desk and leaned over it, I had felt the same
sensation in my head, the feeling, which has overwhelmed me by the lake. I felt
again as if I were getting lighter and bigger, with the vertigo of my body
falling down. I saw the same rapid flashes of light in my eyes and my mouth had
the electric battery in it again. I have also become a bit nauseous... . I placed a
sheet of cardboard over the jar, but the sensation wouldn't change. A have covered
the jar with metallic pot lid but, it changed nothing either. It looked as if
"something" was acting right through it. I was compelled to study the
phenomenon at once but, what could I do at home, without any necessary physical
instruments? The help came from many research scientists of various institutes
of the Agricultural Academy in Novosibirsk. But alas, the instruments like
thermometers, ultrasound detectors, magnetometers and electrometers did not
respond to the nests in the slightest. We have conducted a precise chemical
analysis of the clay and found nothing special. The radiometer was also silent,
yet the ordinary human hands, and not only mine, would distinctly feel either
warmth or cold, or a tingle, or sometimes a thicker, stickier environment. Some
people's hands felt heavier, others felt lighter as if pushed up. Some people's
fingers and arm muscles got numb, some felt giddy and developed profuse
salivation.

I could observe a similar phenomenon in a bunch of paper tubes
inhabited by leaf cutting bees. Each tunnel
had a solid row of multi-layered "cans" made from torn leaves,
covered with concave lids (also made from leaves). These cans contained silk,
oval cocoons with larvae and chrysalides. I asked unsuspecting people who knew
nothing of my discovery to hold their hands or faces over the leaf cutter nests
and have made a detailed record of their replies in this experiment. Its
results may be found in my article "On the physical and biological
properties of pollinator bee nests" published in the Siberian Bulletin of
Agricultural Science, no.3, 1984. The same article contains the formula of my
discovery, a brief physical description of this wonderful phenomenon.

I have created a few
dozen artificial honeycombs from plastic, paper, metal and wood, based on the
structures of bee nests. It turned out that the cause of all those unusual
sensations was not a biological field, but the size, shape, quantity and
arrangement of cavities formed by and in any solid object. And as before, the
organism felt it, while the instruments remained silent. I called the discovery
the Cavity Structures Effect (CSE) and I have carried on with my
experiments. Nature has continued to reveal to me its innermost secrets one
after another. It has turned out that the CSE zone inhibits the growth of
saprophytic soil bacteria, inhibits the growth of yeast and other similar
cultures as well as it inhibits wheat grain germination. The behavior of
microscopic agile chlamydospores also
changes in this effective zone. Leaf cutting bee larvae begin to phosphoresce,
while adult bees are much more active in this field and finish pollination two
weeks earlier than they would otherwise. It has turned out that this CSE, same
as gravitation, can't be shielded.

It affects living
organisms through walls, thick metal and any other screens. It has turned out
that if a porous object were moved, a person would not feel the change in CSE
location immediately but, a few seconds or minutes later. While the old
location would retain a "trace", or as I called it a
"phantom" of the CSE field perceivable by the hand for hours and
sometimes for months thereafter. It has turned out that the CSE field did not
decrease evenly with distance but, surrounded the honeycomb with a system of
invisible, yet sometimes clearly perceivable "shells". It has turned
out that animals (white mice) and humans entering the zone of the CSE field
(even a very strong one) would soon adapt to it. It couldn't be otherwise. We
are surrounded everywhere by cavities, large and small, surrounded by grids and
cells of living and dead plants (as well as our own cells).

We are surrounded by
bubbles of foam rubber, foam plastic, foam concrete, rooms, corridors, halls,
roofing, spaces between machine parts, trees, furniture and buildings. It has
turned out that the CSE "ray" had a stronger impact on living
organisms when it was directed away from the sun and also downwards, facing the
Earth center.

It has turned out
that clocks, both mechanical and electronic, run inaccurately when placed in a
strong CSE field. The CSE seems to have an effect on time too. All this is a
manifestation of the will of the matter, constantly moving and transforming and
existing eternally. It has turned out that the French physicist Louis des
Broglies [?] was awarded the Nobel Prize for his discovery of these waves back
in the 20s and that the latter were used in electronic microscopes. My research
has gone well. Many other things transpired from my experiments and study, but
they would lead us into solid-state physics, quantum mechanics, elementary
particle physics and generally very far away from the main characters of our
narrative, the insects.

I have managed to devise
instruments for an objective registration of the CSE, which react accurately to
the proximity of insect nests during all this time. Here they are in the
drawings. They are the sealed vessels with straws and burnt twigs and drawing
charcoals suspended on spider web threads in them, with some water on the
bottom countering the effects of static electricity, which hinders such
experiments in dry air. If you point an old wasp nest, a bee honeycomb or a
bunch of cereal ears at the upper end of the indicator, it turns slowly a few
dozen degrees around. This is no miracle. The energy of scintillating electrons
of both multi-cavity bodies creates a total wave system in space, whereby this
wave is energy capable of causing the mutual repulsion of these objects even
through such obstacles as a the thick walled steel capsule in the photo. It is
hard to imagine that the armor of this capsule isn't capable to stop waves from
a tiny, light wasp nest seen in the picture and that the indicator inside this
heavy, solid capsule turns away from this long vacant nest, sometimes as much
as 180 degrees. Yet it is so. Those who have doubts are welcome to visit the
Agroecology Museum near Novosibirsk and see it all for themselves.

The same
museum displays an always active honeycomb painkiller. It consists of a chair
with an overhead cap, which contains a few empty but, intact honeybee combs
("dry" honeycombs, in the beekeeper's vocabulary). Anyone who sits in
this chair will almost certainly feel something (please write to me what
exactly you feel, I'll be grateful) after a few minutes, while those with a
headache will say good bye to the pain shortly, at least for a few hours. My
painkillers are successfully used in many parts of the country now, because I
have made no secret from my discovery.

Your hand will clearly sense the
CSE emanation, if you place it from below and palm up against the cap with bee
honeycombs. The cap could be made from cardboard or veneer, or better still
from tin plate with tightly sealed seams. This is painkiller is yet another
gift from the world of insects. My reasoning behind this invention was that
people have been dealing with the honeybees for thousands of years and no one
has ever complained about anything unpleasant related to them except, of
course, for their stings. I've tried to hold a dry honeycomb over my head and
it worked! I have decided to use a set of six frames. This is the story of my
rather simple discovery.

An old wasp nest works
quite differently, even though the size and shape of its cells is very close to
those of the honey bees. The important difference between the two is that the
wasp honeycomb material, unlike that of honey bee wax, is more crumbly and
micro porous. It is paper like. (By the way, it's wasps, who invented paper,
rather than people. Wasps scrape old wood fiber, mix it with their sticky
saliva and let it dry out.) Walls of the wasp honeycomb are much thinner than
those of bees and their cell size and pattern is also different. The nest
itself is like a multi-layered, loosely wrapped paper outer shell. I've had
reports of highly unpleasant effects of a few wasp nests in an attic. Besides
that, most multiple cell devices and objects with a manifested CSE field have a
far from beneficial effect on humans in the first few minutes. Honey bee combs
are a rare exception. I have often observed the bumblebees living in our
Isilkul flat in the 1960s. A young bumble bee did not take the trouble to
remember the entrance to the hive and it would spend hours wandering around the
windows of our house and of a similar looking house nearby on its first trip
out of the hive. It would give up on its poor visual memory in the evening and
it would land on the brick wall precisely outside the hive and it would try to
break right through the wall.

Now, how did the insect
know that its home nest was right there, four meters away from the entrance to
the attic and a meter and a half below, behind the thick, half meter wall? I
was lost at the time in conjectures but now I know exactly why the bumble bee
behaved in that manner. It is an amazing find, wouldn't you agree? Now let us
remember the experiment in which hunter wasps returned not only to a given
location but, even to an entirely different location to where the lump of soil
with their nest had been moved. I do not doubt that they were able to find it
because of the wave emitter created by their nest cavities.

There was yet another mystery to
be revealed to me by my insect friends. It has turned out that flowers also use
similar powerful and unstoppable wave emitter besides their color, odor and
nectar in order to attract their pollinators. I have discovered it with a
drawing charcoal, a burnt twig by passing it over large, bell shaped flowers
(tulips, lilies, amaryllises, mallows or pumpkins). I could feel
"braking" of this detector already at quite a distance from the flower.
I have learned to find a flower in a dark room standing one or two meters away
from it with this detector but, only if it had not been moved. If it were
moved, i would detect a "false target", the "ghost" field
left in its old location, the residual "phantom" I have already
mentioned. I do not possess any super sensory abilities, and any person would
be able to do the same after some training.

One could use a 10 cm
long piece of a yellow sorghum stem instead of a charcoal rod, or a short
pencil whose rear end should be facing the flower. Some people would be able to
feel the flower (a "warm", "cold", or "shivering"
sensation emanating from it) with their bare hands, tongues, or even faces. As
many experiments demonstrated, children and adolescents are particularly sensitive
to these waves of matter.

When it comes to the
bees, which nest underground, their "knowledge" of the CSE is vital
to them. First of all, it enables the builder of a new gallery to stay away
from the neighboring nests. Otherwise, the entire bee city all cut through with
intersecting holes would simply collapse. Secondly, plant roots cannot be
allowed to grow down into the galleries and honeycombs and indeed the roots
stop growing any further a few centimeters away from the honeycomb of tunnels and
chambers and start growing aside, feeling that nests are near.

I have confirmed the latter
conclusion by my many experiments on couching wheat seeds in a strong CSE
field, as compared to the seeds germinating in the same climatic conditions but
in the absence of the CSE field. Photographs and drawings show both, the dying
of roots in the experimental batch as well as their sharp deviation in a
direction away from my artificial honeycomb. Therefore, the bees and the weeds
back at the lake had made a pact long ago and they are another example of the
highest ecological expediency of all being. Yet, we see another example of
people's merciless, ignorant and arrogant attitude toward the nature in the
very same location on this globe. The bee city is gone now. Thick streams of
fertile black soil run off down the ruts in the former river bank cliff every
spring. They run among filthy heaps of trash to the lifeless, salty puddles
left behind by once a living river, which not too long ago was at least a
string of lakes, with its countless flocks of sandpipers and ducks, white
swans, and hovering fish hawks. Gone is the cliff, thinned out by bee holes,
where one used to hear the hum of hundreds of thousands of bees, which had led
me for the first time into the land of unknown. I must have tired the reader
out with all these honeycombs of mine.

A separate thick book
would be required to describe all my experiments with them. I will only mention
one more thing. My battery powered pocket calculator often malfunctioned in the
CSE field. It either erred, or sometimes its display window failed to light up
for hours. I used the field of a wasp nest combined with that of my two palms.
None of these structures had any effect on their own.

I will also note
that human hands, with all their tubular phalanxes, joints, ligaments, blood
vessels, and nails are intensive CSE emanators capable of giving a powerful
push to the straw or the charcoal rod indicator of my little instruments from a
couple of meters distance. Practically anyone can do it. This is why I am
convinced that there are no people with supersensory abilities, or rather that
all the people have them and that the number of those, who can move
light-weight objects across on a table from a distance, or hold them suspended
in the air or "magnetically" attached to the hand, is far greater
than is usually thought. Try it yourself! I look forward to your letters.

Folks in old times used
to play the following game: One man sits down onto a chair and four of his
friends "build" a grid of horizontally stretched palms with slightly
spread fingers over his head. First from their right hands, then from their
left hands, spaced at about 2 cm. They hold the hand grid for about 10-15
seconds. Then all four of them place simultaneously their pressed-together
index and middle fingers under the armpits and under the knees of the sitting
man, and toss him energetically up in the air. The time lapse between
"collapsing" the hand grid and tossing of the man must not exceed two
seconds and the synchronicity of the action is very important. If everything is
done right, a 100-kilo man flies up almost to the ceiling, while the ones who
tossed him claim he was light as a feather. A sceptic reader may ask me:
"How is this possible?" Doesn't it all contradict laws of nature? And
if so, am I not propagating mysticism? Nothing of the sort! There is no
mysticism. We humans still know little of the Universe which, as we see it, not
always accepts our all too human rules, assumptions and orders and laws. It
dawned on me once that the results of my experiments with insect nests bear way
too much similarity to the reports of people who happened to be in the vicinity
of UFOs.

Think about it and
compare the observations of the same phenomena in both cases. Temporary
malfunctioning of electronic devices, disrupted clocks-time, an invisible,
resilient obstacle to movement, a temporary drop in the weight of objects, the
sensation of a decrease in human weight, phosphenes moving, colored flashes in
the eyes, galvanic taste in the mouth. I am sure you have read about all this
in UFO journals. I am now telling you that it can all be experienced in our
museum. Come and visit us! Was I standing on the threshold of yet another
mystery? Quite so. And I was helped again by a chance, or better said by my old
insect friends. And there came sleepless nights and failures accompanied by
doubts and breakdowns, even accidents and no one to turn to for an advice.
Everyone would have just laughed, or much worse...

But I can say this, my
reader: "He is happy who has a more or less adequate use of his eyes,
head, and hands." Skillful hands are particularly important and trust me
that the joy of creative work, even of work that ends in failure, is far higher
and brighter than earning any diplomas, medals, or patents.

Flying an
Anti-gravitational Platform (excerpts from my diary)

Judge for yourself based
on my diary excerpts,
obviously simplified and adapted for this book. Pictures and drawings will help
you to evaluate my story. It is a hot summer day and the faraway expanses are
drowned in a bluish-lilac haze. The gigantic blue dome of the sky with its pufs
of clouds stretches over the fields and groves. I am flying about 300 meters
above ground with a light elongated tray of a lake in the distant haze serving
me as me as a reference point. Blue, intricate contours of treelines slowly
recede behind, with fields spreading among them. That bluish-green one is an
oat field, the whitish rectangle with a strange, rhythmic twinkling of the sun
reflection is that of buckwheat. Straight ahead of me opens a field of alfalfa,
with its familiar cobalt medium-green stolen from my oil paintings, while the
green oceans of wheat to the right borrowed my deeper, chrome oxide shade. This
enormous, multi-colored palette floats further and further behind me. Footpaths
meander among the fields and coppices. They join the gravel roads, which it
turn stretch further out to join the highway, still hidden in the haze.

But, I know that if I
flew on the right side of the lake, I would see it, the smooth, gray ribbon
without a beginning or an end carrying the matchboxes of cars slowly crawling
over its back to their destinies. Isometric, flat shadows of the cumulus clouds
ride over the sunny countryside. They are deep-blue where they cover the threes
and are of various shades of light blue where they strike the fields. Now I
have entered the shadow of one such cloud and I accelerate. It is quite easy
for me to do so and leave for the sunshine again. I lean slightly forward and
feel the warm, taut wind coming for down below, from the sun drenched soil and
vegetation. It does not blow from the side like when you are on the ground, but
strangely from the surface up. I physically feel its thick, dense current
carrying the strong smell of blooming buckwheat. Of course, this jet can easily
lift even a large bird, an eagle may be, or a stork, or a crane, on their
frozen, spread wings.

But I have no wings. I stand
suspended in the air supported in my flight by a little flat, rectangular
platform, which is slightly bigger than the seat of a chair. It has a pole with
two handles onto which I hold and with whose help I navigate this device. Is
this some science fiction? I wouldn't say so.

The interrupted
manuscript of this book had lain abandoned for two whole years because our
generous, ancient nature had given me another something and again through my
insect friends. As usual, it did it elegantly and inconspicuously, yet swiftly
and convincingly. The thrill of discovery would not let go of me for two years,
even though it seemed to me that I was mastering it at a break-neck speed. But
it always happens this way. When your work is new and interesting, the time
flies by at double its normal speed. The eye of the lake is already much
closer. I can clearly see the highway beyond by now and the match boxes have
grown wheels on them. The highway is about 8km away from the railway running
parallel to it and if I look closer, I can see the power line poles on the
light gray moat of the railway.

It is time to turn some
20 degrees to the left. I can't be seen from the ground and not just because of
the distance. I cast almost no shadow even in a very low flight. Yet, as I
found out later, people sometimes see something where I am in the sky. I appear
to them either as a light sphere, a disk, or something like a slanted cloud
with sharp edges, which moves strangly according to them, not exactly the way a
real cloud would. One person has observed a "flat, non-transparent square,
about one hectare in size". Could it have been the optically enlarged
little platform of my device? Most people see nothing at all though and I am
quite pleased with it for the time being. I can't be too careful! Besides, I
still haven't determined what my visibility or invisibility depended on. I must
confess that I consciously avoid people when in flight and that I, for this
very purpose, bypass all cities and towns and try to pass even the cross roads
and footpaths at increased speed after making sure there is no one there.

I trust only my
insect friends depicted in these pages on these excursions, which no doubt are
a fiction to the reader but, which are already almost casual to me . The first
practical use of my discovery has been entomological research. A way to get to
and examine my secret places, to take a picture of them from above and to find
new, still uninspected insect lands in need of protection and salvation. Alas,
nature has established its own strict limitations on my work. Just as on a
passenger plane, I could see but couldn't take photographs [taking pictures on
planes was forbidden by law].

My camera shutter
wouldn't close and both rolls of film I had with me, one in the camera and the
other in my pocket, got light-struck. I didn't succeed in sketching the
landscape either, because both my hands were almost always busy. I could only
free one hand for a couple of seconds. Thus I could only draw from my memory. I
managed to do that only immediately after landing. Though I am an artist, my
visual memory is not all that great. I did not feel the same way in my flight
as we do when we fly in our sleep. It was with flying in my sleep that I
started this book a while ago. Real flying is not so much pleasure as it is
work, sometimes very hard and dangerous at that. One has to stand, not hover,
with both hands always busy.

There is a borderline a
few centimeters away separating "this" space from "that" on
the outside. The border is invisible but quite treacherous. My contraption is
still rather clumsy and resembles perhaps a hospital scale. But this is only
the beginning! By the way, besides the camera, I have experiernced sometimes
trouble with my watch and possibly also with the calendar. While descending
onto a familiar glade, I would occasionally find it slightly "out of
season", with about a two-week deviation but, I had nothing to check it
against. Thus, it may be possible to fly not just in space but also, or so it
seems, in time. I cannot make the latter claim with a 100% guarantee, except
perhaps that in flight, particularly at its beginning, a watch runs eratically,
now too slow and then too fast. But, the watch is at its accurate time and
speed at the end of the excursions.

Nevertheless, this is one of the
reasons why I stay away from people during my journeys. If time manipulation is
involved alongside the manipulation of gravitation, I might, perhaps,
accidentally disrupt cause-and-effect of relations and someone might get hurt.
This is where my fears were coming from. Insects captured "there"
disappear from my test tubes, boxes and other receptacles. They disappear
mostly without a trace. Once I had a test tube crushed to tiny bits in my
pocket, another time there was an oval hole in the tube glass with brown, as
though chitin colored edges as you can see in the picture. I did feel a kind of
burning or an electric shock inside my pocket on many occasions, perhaps at the
moment of my prisoner's disappearance. I found the captured insect in my test
tube only once, but it wasn't the adult ichneumon with white rings on its
feelers, but its chrysalis, i.e. its earlier stage. It was alive and it moved
its belly when touched but, much to my dismay, it has died a week later.

It is best to fly on
clear summer days Flying is much more difficult when it rains and almost
impossible in winter. Not because of the cold, since I could have adapted my
device accordingly, but being an entomologist, winter trips are useless to me.

How
and why did I make this discovery? I was examining the chitin shells of insects
under my microscope in the summer of 1988 along with their pinnate antennae,
the fish-scale microstructure of butterfly wings, iridescent colors, and other
inventions of nature. I became interested in an amazingly rhythmical
microstructure of one large insect detail. It was an extremely well-ordered
composition, as though stamped out by factory equipment according to special blueprints
and calculations. As I saw it, the intricate sponginess was clearly unnecessary
either for the strength of the part, or for its decoration. I have never
observed anything like this unusual micro-ornament either in nature, in
technology, or in art. Because its structure is three-dimensional, I have been
unable to capture it in a drawing so far, or a photograph. Why does an insect
need it? Besides, other than in flight, this structure at the bottom of the
wing case is always hidden from the eye. No one would ever see it properly. Was
it perhaps the wave emitter using "my" multiple cavity structures
effect? That truly lucky summer, there were very many insects of this species
and I would capture them at night. I was not able to observe these insects neither
before, nor later.

I placed the small,
concave chitin plate on the microscope stage in order to again examine its
strangely star-shaped cells under strong magnification. I again admired this
masterpiece jewelwork of nature. I was about to place a second identical plate
with the same unusual cell structure on its underside almost purposelesly on
top of the first one. But then!

The little plate came
loose from my tweezers, hung suspended above the other plate on the microscope
stage for a few seconds, then turned a few degrees clockwise and slid to the
right, then turned counterclockwise and swung and only then it abruptly fell on
the desk.

You can imagine what I
felt at that moment. When I came to my senses, I tied a few panels together
with a wire and it wasn't an easy thing to do. I have had succeeded only when I
positioned them vertically. What I got was a multi-layered chitin block and I
placed it on the desk. Even a relatively large object, such as a thumbtack,
would not fall on it. Something pushed it up and aside. When I attached the
tack on top of the "block", I witnessed incredible, impossible
things. The tack would dissapear from sight for a few moments. That was when I
have realized that this was no "beacon," but something entirely
different.

And I became again so
excited that all the objects around me became foggy and shaky. I managed to
pull myself together with huge effort in a couple of hours and I continued
working.

This is how it all
started. Of course, much still remains to be understood, verified, and tested.
I will certainly tell my readers about the finer details of my machine, about
its propulsion principles, about distances, heights, speeds, equipment and all
the rest but, in my next book.

I have conducted my
first, rather unsuccessful and highly dangerous flight on the night of March
17, 1990. I didn't have the patience to wait untill the warm season and I
neglected to go to a deserted area. I already knew that night was the most
dangerous time for this kind of work and I had a bad luck from the very start.
The panel blocks in the right side of the lifting platform got repetitively
stuck. I should have fixed the problem properly and immediately, yet I
neglected to do so in my impatience. I took off right in the middle of the
Agricultural Academy campus, erroneously assuming that everyone would be asleep
at 1 after midnight and that nobody would see me. The lift-off went well but, I
became dizzy in a few seconds time, while the lit windows of the campus
buildings sank beneath me. I should have landed right then yet, I made the
mistake of staying airborne. A powerful force snatched away my control over my
movement and weight and it dragged me in the direction of the city.

I crossed the second
circle of the nine-story buildings in the city's residential area (they are
laid out in two huge circles with five-story buildings, including ours, inside
them) drawn by this unexpected and uncontrollable power and then I crossed a
snow-covered, narrow field and the Academy City highway. The dark immensity of
Novosibirsk was closing in upon me and it was closing in fast. I was already
near a bunch of tall factory smoke stacks, many of which belched thick smoke
into the cold night sky. The graveyard shift was on. I had to do something and do
it quickly. I got on top of the situation only with great effort. I finally
managed to perform an emergency adjustment of the panel blocks and my
horizontal movement slowed down, but I became quite sick now. I succeed in
stopping the horizontal movement only at my fourth attempt, at which point my
platform hung over the city's industrial district Zatulinka. The sinister smoke
stacks fumed silently right beneath me.

I took a short rest, if
one can call a few minutes of hanging over a lighted factory fence a rest and I
glided back after I made sure that the "evil power" has passed. I did
not fly straight back in the direction of our Agricultural Academy campus
though, but to the right of it, toward the airport. I did this to foul the
trail, in case someone had seen me. I turned abruptly home only when I was over
dark, deserted night fields about halfway to the airport, where I was sure that
there was clearly no one around. I naturally couldn't get out of bed the next
day. The news on TV and in the newspapers was more than alarming. Headlines,
such as "UFO over Zatulinka" and "Aliens again?" meant that
my flight had been detected. But how!

Some perceived the
"phenomenon" as glowing spheres or disks, many actually saw not one
sphere but two! Others claimed that they had seen a "real saucer"
with windows and rays of light. I am not discounting the possibility that some
Zatulino residents saw something else entirely, rather than my near-emergency
evolutions, somehing that had nothing to do with me. Besides that, March of
1990 was particularly rich in UFO sightings in Siberia, near Nalchik. There was
also some heavy UFO trafic in Belgium where, according to Pravda, an engineer
Marcel Alferlane took a two-minute film of the flight of a huge triangular
craft on March 31. According to Belgian scientists, it was a "material
object with a capacity no civilization could currently create." Is it
really so? As for me, I would suggest that the gravitational filter platforms
(or as I call them, panel blocks) of these machines were in fact small,
triangular and made here on Earth but, with more sophistication than my
half-wooden contraption. I also wanted to make my platform triangular, because
it would be much safer and efficient that way, but I chose a rectangular design
because it is easier to fold and once folded, it may resemble a suitcase, or a
painter's case and it can be therefore disguised and not arouse any suspicions.
I have naturally chosen a painter's case.

I had nothing to do with
the sightings in Nalchik or Belgium. Besides, as it appears, I am very
impractical in the use of my discovery. I fly only to my entomological
preserves. These are far more important to me than any technological finds. I
have eleven such preserves at the moment, eight in Omsk region, one in Voronezh
region and one near Novosibirsk. There used to be six of them in Novosibirsk
region, all of them created, or rather saved by me and my family for the time
being, but they don't like them here. Neither the Agricultural Academy (still
more obsessed with "chemistry" than with anything else), nor the
Environmental Protection Committee were willing to help me preserve these
little islands from evil, ignorant people.

Therefore, I am
continuing my journey westward under the magnificent, fluffy noon clouds, with
the blue shadows of the clouds, the intricately shaped coppices and the
multicolored patches of fields floating back below me.

The speed of my flight is
quite high but, there is no wind in my ears. The platform's force field has
"carved out" an upward-diverging, invisible column from space, which
cuts the platform off the earth's gravitational pull. Yet, it leaves me and the
air inside the column intact. I think that it parts space in flight and then
closes it behind me. This must be the reason for my invisibility, or the
distorted visibility of the device and its "rider", as was the case
with my flight over Novosibirsk's Zatulinka suburb.

The protection from
gravity is regulated albeit not entirely. When I move my head forward, I can
already feel the turbulence of the wind that clearly smells either of sweet
clover, of buckwheat, or of the colored, wild weeds of Siberian meadows.

I leave Isilkul with its
huge grain elevator to my right and begin to gradually descend over the
highway, making sure that I am invisible to the drivers, passengers and the
people working in the fields. My platform and I cast no shadow (although the
shadow occasionally appears). I see three kids by the treeline of a forest and
I descent dropping my speed and fly right by them. They don't react to me,
which means that everything is fine. Neither I, nor my shadow are visible and
they don't hear me either. The propulsion principle of my device makes my
platform completely quiet, because there is practically no air friction. My journey
has been a long one, at least forty minutes from Novosibirsk. My hands are
tired because I can't take them off from the controls and so are my legs and
body. I have to stand up straight, tied to the vertical pole with a belt. Even
though I could travel faster, I am still afraid to do so considering how small
and fragile is my hand-made machine.

I rise up again and
forward and I soon see the familiar landmark, a road intersection with a
passenger terminal on the right side of the highway. Another five kilometers
and I finally see the orange posts of the preserve fence. The preserve, come to
think of it, is twenty years old now. How many times have I saved this child of
mine from trouble and bureaucrats, from chemical laden aircraft, from fires and
many other evils. And the "Land of Insects" is still alive and well!

I can already see the
thicket of carrot weed and make out the light heads of their flowers resembling
azure balls, while descending and braking. This I achieve by cross-shifting the
filter blinds under the platform's board. The carrot weed is covered with
insects of course and an incredible joy overcomes my fatigue, for it was I, who
has saved this patch on Earth, as small as it is, less than seven hectares [18
acres]. No one has driven here, no one has cut the grass or tended cattle for
twenty years here and the soil has risen in places to fourteen centimeters
high.

Not only did several
locally extinct species of insects return here but, also such weeds as feather
grass of rare variety returned along with the purple Scorzonera, whose large
flowers smell of chocolate in the morning. I can smell the thick odor of cuckoo
flower and only this Middle Glade smells like that. It is right behind the
fence of the preserve and fills me once again with the joyful anticipation of
another encounter with the "World of Insects". Here they are. I can
see them very well even from ten meters above the ground, the wide umbrellas
and azure balls of Angelica and carrot plants. Dark orange butterflies sitting
on them in groups and heavy hornets bow the white and yellow inflorescences of
Lady's Bedstraws and ginger. Blue damselflies with trembling wide wings
interwoven by a fine network of veins hover next to my head.

I slow down even more and
all of a sudden I see my shadow flash below me. Hitherto invisible, it has
finally appeared and now it slowly glides along weeds and bushes. But I am
already safe. there is not a soul around and the highway some three hundred
meters north of the preserve is now empty. I can land. The stems of the tallest
weeds rustle against the bottom of my "podium", my platform with the
panel blocks.

But, before setting it down on top
of a little bump, I again spread the blinds with my control handle in a fit of
joy and rise vertically up, high into the sky. The landscape below quickly
shrinks and the horizon begins to curve on all sides in a huge dip opening up
the sight of railroad that runs two kilometers on the left with the village on
the right of it twinkling with its light slate roofs. Further on the right lies
Roslavka, the central estate of the Lesnoy State Farm, which already looks like
a small city. Cow farms of the Lesnoy's Komsomolsk branch surrounded by a
yellow ring of straw and dry, foot-worn manure are to the left of the railroad.
I can recognize a few small houses and the neat white cube of the Yunino
railroad terminal some 6km away in the west, where the smooth curve of the
railroad disappears (this is somewhat confusing, because the railway is
actually straight as an arrow). Beyond Yunino spread the limitless expanses of
Kazakhstan, drowning in the hot, bluish haze of this hot summer day.

Finally, right below me,
lies my Isilkulia. The land of my youth looks very different from how it
appears on maps and plans with their inscriptions and signs. It is vast,
limitless, alive. It is interspersed with dark, intricate islands of woods,
cloudy shadows and bright clear eyes of the lakes. The huge disk of the earth
with all this beneath me appears more and more concave for some reason and I
still haven't found out the reason for this already familiar illusion. I rise
still higher and the rare, white cloud masses sink lower and lower and the sky
above turns much darker blue. The fields protruding between the clouds are
already covered with the thickening blue haze and they are more and more
difficult to distinguish. Too bad I can't take my four-year-old grandson Andrei
with me. The platform could easily lift us both but, one can't be too careful.

Goodness, what am I
doing? I have cast a shadow back on the Glade, didn't I? This means that I can
be seen by thousands, as on that memorable night in March. It is daytime now
and I may again appear as a disk, square, or even worse, as my own person. And
over there, there is also a cargo plane approaching me, still silent but,
quickly growing in size. I can already see the cold shimmer off its body and
the flashing of its unnaturally red warning light. Down, quick! I brake
abruptly and make a turn. The sun is at my back and my shadow should be across
from me, impressed on top of the gigantic, convex wall of a white cloud. But
there is no shadow. Only the rainbow glory of the iridescent bright ring
familiar to all pilots has brushed the cloud ahead of me. I sigh with relief,
because this means that nobody saw either me, or my "double" in the
guise of a triangle, square, or a "common" saucer.

A thought occurs to me (I
must say that despite the desperate technical and physical inconvenience,
imagination works much better and faster in a "falling" flight):
"What if I am not the only one out of the five billion people to have made
my discovery? What if flying devices based on the same principle, both
home-made and professional, have long been constructed and tested?"

But all
screening platforms have the same quality. They become visible to other people
sometimes. The pilots themselves are "transformed" and they are
observed as "humanoids" in silver suites, either short and green, or
flat as if made of cardboard (Voronezh, 1989) etc. Thus, it may very well be
that these are not alien UFO crewmen, but only people who appear
"temporarily deformed" to the outside observers. It may very well be
that they are earthly pilots and builders of little platforms, such as mine,
who have made their inventions reliable.

My advice to those, who
in their study of insects come across the same phenomenon and begin making and
testing a "gravitoplane" (by the way, I am convinced that one can't
make the discovery without insects) is this: "Fly only on fine summer
days. Avoid working in thunderstorms or rain. Do not operate the platform too
far or too high. Do not take anything with you from the landing area. Make all
assembly units as strong as possible and avoid testing of the device in the
vicinity of any power lines, towns (let alone cities), transport, or
people." The best site for testing is a distant forest glade, as far away
from human habitation as possible. Otherwise you may cause a phenomenon known
as poltergeist in the radius of a few dozen meters with "unexplained"
movements of household objects, switching on and off of household electric
appliances and even causing fires. I myself have no explanation for all this,
but it seems that these phenomena are the consequence of temporal disruptions,
a complicated and treacherous activity. Not a single, even tiniest fragment or
particle should be dropped either during the flight, or in the landing area.

Let us remember the Dalnegorsk phenomenon of
January 29, 1986, apparently a tragic one for the inventors, when the entire device
was blown apart and scattered over a vast area. Only small shreds of filter
cells were found, impossible to analyze chemically (as it should be!).
Remember, I wrote that insects taken from "there" and moved
"over here" disappeared from their test tubes with hole formed in the
tubes, if they remained intact at all. It turns out that these holes resemble
simmilar holes in windows plate glass. The latter sometimes appear in
residential and office buildings, occasionally in "bursts" in the windows
of several rooms and floors. A hole is 3-5 mm on the outside, widening in a
cone to he inside, with exit diameter of 6-15 mm. Some holes are melted or
colored brown on edges, just as it happened in the case of my insect in my test
tube.

It seems that this type
of poltergeist isn't caused, as I used to believe, by short-lived
microplasmoids of tiny ball lightning type, but by particles and specks
carelessly dropped while testing a device similar to mine. The photographs of
window holes on these pages are documentary and made by me at the scientific
center of the Agricultural Academy near Novosibirsk. I can show them to anyone
who wants to see them. These holes appeared during 1975-1990, but none of them,
except perhaps the very last one, are related to my flights.

I am certain that part of
UFO descriptions are actually those of platforms, panel blocks and other large
parts of devices deliberately or accidentally taken out of the active field by
their designers and makers. These fragments are capable of causing much trouble
to others, or at best, to generate a series of improbable tales and stories in
papers and magazines, often accompanied by "scientific"
commentaries...

Why am I not disclosing
the particulars of my discovery at this time? Firstly, because one needs time
and energy for proving the truth. I have neither. I know how daunting is this
task from my own bitter experience of trying to get recognition for my previous
discoveries, including such an obvious one as the Cavity Structures Effect of
whose reality you, my readers, I am sure, are by now convinced. This was the
result of my protracted, painstaking efforts to get the CSE scientifically
recognized. "Any further correspondence with you on the subject of your
patent application is counterproductive." I know personally some of the
High Priests of Science and I am certain that were I ever to get an audience
with one such person (which is now practically impossible), were I ever to open
my painter's case, attach its pole to it and turn the handles and soar to the
ceiling, he wouldn't be a bit impressed, or worse still, he would order the
trickster out of the office. I look
forward to times when young people will replace these "priests".

The second reason for my
"non-disclosure" is more objective. I have found these
antigravitational structures only in one species of Siberian insects. I dare
not even naming the class to which this insect belongs, because it seems to be
on the verge of extinction and the population surge, which I had registered
back then, was possibly local and final. Now, what would be the guarantee that
dishonest people, half competent in biology, would not rush out to ravines,
meadows and forests to catch perhaps the very last samples of this miracle of
nature, if I were to name the genus and the species? What are the guarantees
that they would not plough up hundreds of glades and cut down dozens of forests
to get to this potentially lucrative prey?

Therefore, let all I have
related in this chapter and in the addendum remain science fiction. May nature
herself never reveal this secret to them. It would take a lot of effort and
they would never be able to get it by force as there are still several million
insect species living on the planet. Spend at least an hour on the
morphological study of each of them, then calculate the odds of encountering
the unusual and I will sincerely wish you diligence and a very long life, for
even if you took no days off, working eight hours a day, you would need a
thousand years of life. I hope I will be understood and forgiven by those of my
readers who wanted immediate information about my discovery not for selfish
ends, but simply out of curiosity. Indeed, what would you do in my place if you
were to act in the best interests of The Living Nature? Besides, I can see that
similar inventions have been made by other people who are also in no rush to
take their discoveries to bureaucrats' offices, who prefer to fly across night
skies in the guise of strange disks, triangles, or squares which suprise
eyewitnesses with their iridescent flickering...

... I orient myself
falling down, or rather sinking and look around to see, if there is anyone
around. I brake abruptly about forty meters from the ground and land safely
where I always do, on a tiny glade in the Big Forest of the preserve. You won't
find it on a map and if you get there, you won't be able to find it either.
Don't judge me for the fact that the branches of several aspens there are cut
or sliced "by lightning". The strictly vertical take-off and landing
are very difficult and the initial trajectory is for the most part slanted,
particularly at take-off, when the platform is for some reason carried off away
from the sun and sometimes the other way around...

I loosen the screws on
the control pole, then shorten it like a telescoping antenna of a portable
radio and remove it from the platform. I fold the platform in half. Now it
looks like a painter's case, if only a bit thicker. I put the case, some food
and a few tools for repairing of the fence into my backpack and make my way for
the Middle Glade among the aspens and the short dog-rose bushes. I see a good
omen even before leaving the forest, a family of fire-red toadstools that have
lined up on the forest bedding in a wide curve, or, as it used to be called in our
folklore, a "witch's ring". Why "witch's"? And in general:
"Why does one have to break, knock off and trample this beautiful mushroom
of Siberian forests?" [Vandalism]

I often asked
mushroom-pickers why they do it. The answer was, "because it's inedible!"
But turf, clay, twigs, tree stumps and stones are inedible too. If there were
rocks lying in the forest instead of mushrooms, no one would be knocking them
off. It seems that inedible mushrooms are knocked off because they are alive.
Ignorant people trample and kick them only to kill them! What is this then? Do
people really have it in their blood to kill a mushroom or to crush a bug and
to shoot a bird, a hare, or a bison? And is this not where boorishness, sadism,
pogroms and wars originate? One really does not want to believe it. I put
myself in the shoes of an alien.

I come to Earth to visit
humans and see them knock off mushrooms, crush insects and shoot birds and each
other. What would I do? I would immediately turn my spacecraft around and go
back. I wouldn't return for at least 500 earth years. What would you do, my
reader, if you were an alien? It's a good thing that at least this little
family of toadstools is hidden from evil eyes and cruel feet. It gives me joy
to see its special life every summer, to see its cinnabar-red, moist caps with
large, whitish scales underneath. But here is the glade. I walk on it as usual,
with my heart sinking with a constant longing for this dear, faraway nature of
Isilkul, with fear that some "master" might decide to plough it up
and with joy that it is still unploughed, uncut, and untrampled. It really
means nothing that I have a folded, incapacitated platform with gravitational,
micro-cellular filter blocks in my backpack, along with the folded pole and the
field regulators and the belt, with which I fasten myself to the pole.

What difference does it
make that I moved about fifty years ahead of the contemporary science with my
discovery? People are eventually and certainly going to master this and many
other mysteries of matter, space, gravitation and time. But no
supercivilization on any planet of any supergalaxy is going to re-create this
very glade with its complex, fragile, trembling life, with its lady's
bedstraws, meadow sweets and feather grass. Where else, in what corner of the
universe, are you going to find a match for this lilac-blue bell flower with
two flower flies performing their love dance in its semi-transparent entrails?
On what other planet would a nearly tame blue butterfly land on your outstretched
hand to have a taste of something salty, a sausage, or cheese, or a pickle? Or
else, just to walk up and down your palm, opening and closing its gray wings on
whose backside there is a fine ornament of round eyes?

... It hasn't been too
long since we, humans, started flying the first air balloons and later
airplanes and still later the powerful rockets that we send to other heavenly
bodies. What's next? Next we are going to fly to other stars at a speed close
to that of light. But, even the closest galaxy would still be out of reach. Yet
the humankind, if it ever earns the name of intelligent, will solve many
riddles of the universe and will then overcome this hurdle too. Then any worlds
in the universe will become accessible, close even if they are trillions of
light years away. It'll happen, for it is all a matter of reason, science and
technology. Only this glade may disappear if I, and there is no one else to
rely on, am not going to preserve it for my close and distant descendants.

So, what is more valuable
to humanity at this time? Is it the insect preserve, or is it the home-made
device capable of developing the vertical pull of at least 100 kg and the
horizontal speed of 30-40 km/min? I am asking you, my reader. But think hard
before you give a serious, responsible answer.

Look at these pictures.
This is my rather simple device in assembly. A flexible cable inside the
steering column trasmits the movement from the left handle to the gravitational
louvers. I lift off or land by joining or parting these "wing cases".
/p>

Once I lost the left handle in a
free-falling descent and would have been in a better world if the platform
hadn't dug out a rather deep well in the tillage, first a vertical one, then
horizontal, facing away from the sun. Thus I not only survived, but I also felt
almost no impact, just darkness. I extracted myself and my fairly badly damaged
device from this well, although not without effort, because the
"well" had no dirt piles! I had to use all my ingenuity to disguise
it. If it were seen from the road, it would have caused much speculation and
may even have led some over-zealous investigators to the culprit.

Similar wells, also
with the side-tunnel and without dirt piles, were suddenly formed on October
24, 1989 in the fields of Khvorostyansk District of Samara Region.
Komsomolskaya Pravda [magazine] described it in detail on December 6. of the
same year and it seems that I am not alone. I am quite likely reinventing the
wheel ("inventing a bicycle"). Well, actually the top part of my
device looks very much like one.

The right handle is used
for horizontal motion, also achieved via a cable, regulating the incline of
both groups of the "wing case" blinds. I never fly faster than 25
km/min and I prefer to go ten times slower. I don't know whether I have
persuaded you, my reader, that similar devices will soon be available to
practically everyone, while the living nature, without which humans cannot
survive, won't be available to anyone if we don't save it and preserve it.

But I don't want to seem to
be entirely greedy and I will give researchers another invention of nature. It
is also related to movement and gravitation. Physicists say that a reactionless
motor is impossible. In other words, a device completely isolated from the
environment won't fly or drive. A car won't move without wheels in contact with
the road, a plane won't fly with a covered propeller and neither will a rocket
fly with plugged nozzles. Baron Münchhausen, who has managed to pull himself up
by the hair from a mire was the only exception.

This happened near
Novosibirsk in 1981, when we were studying the entomo-fauna of alfalfa, its
pollinators and pests. I was "mowing" alfalfa with an insect net
wading through the field and collecting the contents of the net, the insects,
leaves and flowers, into a glass jar. Such is the cruel method of studying the
insect make-up of the fields, because none better has been invented as yet.
Alas, such was the work, with which I earned my living at the Institute of
Agricultural Chemistry. I was about to throw a piece of ethered cotton wool
into the jar and then cap it, when a light little cocoon jumped up at me.

It was oval-shaped,
rather dense and non-transparent. One of the little "prisoners" in
the jar must have pushed it. Cocoons can't jump on their own! But the cocoon
proved me wrong. It jumped up one more time, hit the glass wall and fell down.
I took it out and put it into a separate test tube. I looked at it through a
binocular microscope at home and I have found nothing special about it. It was
a cocoon like any other, about 3 mm long and 1.5 mm wide. Its walls felt strong
to the touch as they should. But the cocoon energetically jumped when lit or
warmed by the sun but, it was quiet in the dark. It could jump 30mm lengthwise
and, what I found even more remarkable, up to 50mm high. As far as I could
tell, it flew smoothly, almost without tumbling. No doubt, the larva of the
insect was responsible for the movement. But it was impossible to see how it
did it.

...Jumping ahead, I can
tell you that the cocoon finally produced a male insect of the ichneumon
family, the Batiplectes anurus species. It is beneficial for agriculture
because its larvae parasitize the alfalfa weevil.

The flying cocoon will
jump untill it has finally landed in a cool place, for example a crack in the
ground. It must have found itself in my net during its strange flying journey,
at the moment of its jump. It all resembled poltergeist unexplained
"jumps" of household objects, many times described in papers. I have
placed the cocoon on glass to look at it from below.

Could it be that the
larva draws in its bottom and then abruptly releases it? Nothing of the kind.
There were no dents at any point and the cocoon jumped no matter which way I
rolled it. It was also remarkable that it jumped sideways from the horizontal,
smooth and slippery glass pane. I have measured its trajectories. They were up
to 35 mm long and up to 50 mm high. This means that the cocoon lifted itself up
to a height 30 times its own width! Shall I leave this capsule without support?
But how? With a piece of loose cotton wool! I have fluffed up a piece of cotton
wool and I have placed the cocoon on this cotton cloud. I have brought it out
into the sun and impatiently waited. If the cocoon's inhabitant jumps by
hitting the lower wall, making the cocoon to bounce off its support, it should
not work this time.

The impact should be
absorbed by the thin fibers of the cotton. Theoretically, the cocoon shouldn't
even move. But no, it takes off from its motionless pad, up and aside, as it
did before. I measure its broad jump at 42 mm, about as good as as before. The
insect must have been hitting not the bottom, but the top part of the cocoon at
any rate. It must have been doing something that caused the capsule to move.
Frankly speaking, it is as I write these notes that I feel agitation. I found
nothing supernatural in the jumps of my tiny prisoner back in 1981. This was
because I knew that, according to physics, there can be no reactionless motors.
Otherwise I would have bred a couple of hundred of those insects. Thankfully,
they are quite common and I would have studied the phenomenon thoroughly. Now,
let us fantasize a little:

"What if the
batiplectes wanted to leave the Earth? An adult, winged insect would have no
luck because our atmosphere is quite rarefied up the top and wings are no match
for it. A larva in a cocoon is an entirely different matter. It could in
theory, after lifting its capsule 5 cm in a jump, take it up even further while
still in the air and then again and again. If the cocoon were airtight, I mean
if the pilot had sufficient air reserve for breathing, the device would be able
to leave the atmosphere and would have no obstacles to a limitless build-up of
speed. Such is the alluring, incredible value of reactionless motors, declared,
alas, a product of empty fantasy. But even if you are no physicist, you still
have a hard time imagining what a tiny larva does in there if its vessel soars
5 cm high. It simply can't be ...and yet it jumps!

Physicists say that this
is "beyond science" as it "contradicts the laws of nature."
The only problem is that the Batiplectes anurus doesn't know it. The
physicists' ban must also have been unknown to the leading, experienced
biologists who honestly wrote the following on page 26 of the academic Register
of Insects of European USSR (vol. III, pt. 3): "The cocoon jumps up as a
result of abrupt movements of the larva inside the cocoon." Shortly, it is
a working and tested example of a safe, reactionless drive. I am giving it to
you, to my reader. Invent, design and build but, hurry! Massive chemical
warfare has been waged against the alfalfa pest, the snout beetle (phitonomus).
Humanity may actually win it. Yet, the price may be too great. Our planet's
fauna may also lose the ichneumon Batiplectes anurus as it parasitizes only
this kind of weevil and cannot survive without it. It will dissapear with the
destruction of the Phitonomus varnabilis beetle. Meanwhile, any proposals on
using biological weapons against the pest, such as our very ichneumon and other
insect predators are completely rejected by the bosses of Russian agriculture
and agricultural science. I have been fighting them on this for decades, but
like Don Quixote, so far with little success.

However, one could
understand those in charge too. How can one stop the expensive chemical
factories? And why do agrarian scientists care about some reactionless drive
that doesn't allow alfalfa to be treated with a poison? Hurry up, biologists,
engineers, physicists! For if Chemistry wins, this mystery along with a host of
other mysteries related to it will leave people for ever. Without insects,
people won't invent it themselves. Please trust me, an entomologist with 60
years of experience.

There is a drawing at the
end of my first book, "A Million Riddles", published in Novosibirsk
in 1968, which I have reproduced here again. A drawing of a man flying over
Novosibirsk's Academic City. He is flying a device based on a huge pair of
insect wings. I dreamed of inventing such a machine at the time. Strangely, the
dream came true precisely because of my friendship with insects yet, not by
blindly copying the most noticeable parts, the wings that only make me smile
now but, through careful study of living nature. Nothing would have been
possible without my six-legged friends. No one would be able to do without them
either. Thus safeguard their world, the ancient, wonderful world of insect, for
it is an infinite, unique treasure of nature's mysteries! I beg you all, take
care of it!

FROM the
NOTEBOOK of a NATURALIST:

Artificial
honeycomb. Take a
dozen and a half papier-mache supermarket egg cases (30-egg variety), tie them up or
glue them together (one on top of another) in such a way as to join the
"teeth" to one another rather than to the hollows.

You will have large cells similar
to the multi-cellular combs of a certain "paper" wasp but, much
bigger. Afix the whole set of cells (they can be enclosed in a case) over the
head of a person sitting in a chair with the bottom "comb" about
10-20 cm above the head. Let the person sit there for 10-15 min. The
"unnatural", unusual transformation of the spatial shape formed by
the set can be picked up even by the palm of your hand. Experiment with sprouting
seeds, or breeding microorganisms and insects under the "macrocomb"
and compare the results with those of identical experiments conducted at least
2 m away from the comb. Repeat each pair of experiments several times.

+Iron
comb: Test the impact
of common kitchen shredders piled up one on top of another with their
wire-edges down in a similar way, with the small hole shredders at the bottom
and the large hole ones at the top.

Paper Combs

Cut apart 6 sheets of office paper
lengthwise and fold
each of them like a bellows so, that you get 10 edges and 20 planes on each.
Squeeze the bellows so that the sheets are square now, rather then rectangular
and glue them on top of one another, turning each consecutive sheet
horizontally 30 degrees clockwise against the bottom one. Then glue together
(preferably out of dark paper) a conical, multi-layered "flower" with
a few dozen petals and fluff up the petals. Test the emanators by holding your
palm above the "flower" and underneath the suspended bellows. Place
the bellows and then the flower above the head of a sitting person and record
his/her sensations.

Plastic Foam. We are used to the fact
that this excellent thermal insulator "reflects" the warmth of the
hand even at a distance. But, even if you cover it with dark paper, cardboard,
or a tin plate, it will still do the same. This happens due to the work of
multiple vesicular cavities of the material producing the CSE. Foam rubber. It
is widely known that a person used to sleeping on let's say a cotton wool
mattress doesn't sleep well at first on a rubber foam one, or else is unable to
sleep at all. This is a typical manifestation of the CSE. The organism
eventually adapts itself to this new bed.

Mushroom
CSE A hunter once
told me that he warms his hands up in winter on bracket-fungi. Let us recall
that the underside of this tree fungi is full of fine spore tubes. What the
hunter felt was not warmth but, a typical CSE.

Moving
combs: Make a wooden top and drill several holes about a pencil size through
it.

Their
CSE field perception significantly increases when the top is spinning. This is
easily perceived by the palm of the hand and it is due to the fact that the
cavities must be numerically multiplying in space.

Flower
CSE An
"unnatural" position of such a seemingly common and pleasant object
as a living flower can also change its properties. Place a bunch of several
dozen bell-shaped flowers (like tulips, primroses, lilies or bell-flowers)
upside down above the head of a sitting person. Enclose the flowers in a
plastic bag in order to prevent the impact of their smell. Write to me about
your results.

Wind-fallen trees: One of
my test subjects, a geographer, told me about experiencing the effect of one of
my "grids". He said that he once had a similar sensation many years
ago, when he was passing a wind-fallen section of a forest. His head, ears,
mouth and the entire body felt something particularly unpleasant and it had
felt the same as what he felt under my grid. This means that the abruptly
disrupted shape of the normal multi-cavity space of the forest emanated CSE
waves for some time, which were unpleasant to humans.

Before the rain: Run cold
water through the shower and slowly move your hand toward the stream of the
dropletts from the side. Most people feel "warmth" from the shower.
In reality, this is the CSE reinforced by the motion of ever new elements of
the "multi-layered" grid of water drops and gaps between them. After
practicing in the bathroom, try to pick up an even stronger CSE from fountains
and waterfalls. A shroud of a distant rainfall creates a powerful CSE field,
which has its impact on a large area, even when the atmospheric pressure is
high at your location. Have you ever felt sleepy before the rain? Even in
enclosed premises? The CSE cannot be screened off.

Book
CSE. Take a thick,
preferably well-read book and stand it upright on the edge of a desk with its back facing the
direction of the sun (north at night). Open the book and fluff up its pages as
evenly as possible. You should be able to pick up some of the sensations
mentioned in this chapter with your palm, tongue, or back of your head in a few
minutes (the CSE does not appear immediately and it doesn't disappear
immediately either). This "stream" can be picked up at a 2-3 meters'
distance after some practice. It is also easy to verify that the "book
CSE" is also non-screenable. You can ask someone to stand between your
hand and the book.

Large
Cones with an artificial comb filling and three magnets at the back. Two similar
cones were positioned against each other with respect to the sun, one in
Isilkul and the other one near Novosibirsk. They were thrown appart and
demolished on the moring of April 23, 1991. The one in Novosibirsk was unfolded
and pressed into the wall of an underground hiding place and its magnets
disappeared. Some residents of an Omsk apartment experienced a series of
strangest "poltergeists" (see Vechernii Omsk from April 26. and Omsk
and Moscow TV broadcasts) at the same moment. The same paper called the device
in the picture "Grebenikov's hyperboloid on August 5, 1991. exactly
because of this "coincidence". One of the "beams" of the
upright electronic waves between the two conical structures may have actually
been formed precisely there, on the river Irtysh embankment in Omsk.

Medium
Cones. Insert a dozen plastic household funnels tightly into each other and fix
the structure on any support with the nozzles turned toward the sun. Cover the
bell end of the top funnel with a net or light blue cloth (so that the tested
subjects do not anticipate heat).

Small
cone. Roll up tightly two unusable rolls of film. Tie them up with a string and
press a bell-shaped cavity in the middle of the top roll. CSE emanations can be
easily picked up by the palm of your hand, particularly in the counter-solar
position. You will get interesting sensations if you press this
"micro-cone" to your forehead.

Perpetual Motion Machine; I had
suspended this straw indicator designed for registering CSE emanations,
on a cobweb thread. Then I surrounded my above described device with seven
funnel-shaped rolls of film. As one straw is slowly leaving the zone of impact
of one roll, it will enter the power field of another roll, then the third, and
so on and the detector will keep spinning. This experiment works the best in a
sound-proofed chamber, away from wires, pipes, sources of heat, cold and even
bright light. There is no miracle in it: matter is eternal in its endless
movement.

The
Solar Ether and the Beam Radiator; This intricate name was devised by the
Leipzig professor Otto Kornschelt who discovered the CSE over 100 years ago and
produced devices for its practical application in medicine, agriculture and
technology. Rhythmic cavities were formed in them by copper chains. The devices
were positioned with their backsides facing the sun. It is indeed true that new
inventions are simply well forgotten old ones. The sensations described by
Kornschelt are identical to the ones, which I have experienced in my own,
independent work. I have learned about Korschelt's experiments only very
recently, from M. Platten's "New Medical Technique", vol. III, St.
Petersburg, 1886, where the following drawing of the device is reproduced.

Sieve
CSE. In the old days, headaches and concussion symptoms were treated with an
ordinary flour sieve held above the head of the patient, net up, in several
areas of the globe. The patient squeezed the sieve rim between the teeth, with
the net in front of the face in an alternate method. The sieve material is
unimportant. The device works better if the patient faces the sun (north at
midnight). This type of CSE is also perceivable by healthy people.

Planetary
CSE. The planets of our Solar system are situated at certain distances from the
sun. The Titus-Bode formula for the distance is this: 4 is added to the numbers
3, 6, 12, 36, etc (a geometrical progression) and the resulting number is
divided by 10. The cause for this regularity is unknown. The empty spot in this
progression (between Mars and Jupiter) is occupied by asteroids. The Kemerovo
physicist V. Iu. Kaznev thinks that the regularity is determined by the CSE
generated by the sun. He has proposed that the matter of planets was grouped in
the areas of the sun's field force concentration.

Everyday
CSE. Perceivable waves of matter are emanated by piles of pipes, some caves,
underground tunnels and tree crowns. The shape of premises is also significant
(round, angular, cupolaed). The wall and furniture material also emanates CSE
of certain parameters.

Micro
CSE The CSE effect may be manifested not just on galactic or household scales,
but also in micro-world in substances whose molecules have cavities of certain
shapes, for example in naphthalene. I had filled a one-liter jar with it,
sealed it and suspended it from the ceiling. People felt a whole system of
power field "clots" beneath the jar with their palms and even more so
if the container was suspended above the head. Activated charcoal is also a
multi-cavity structure. Hold 2-3 tablets of activated charcoal in your fingers
as demonstrated in the picture and move your hands slightly up and down, or
alternately part and join them for a few minutes. Write to me about the
results.

Tefilin. I have isolated 4 CSE emitters beneficial
to humans so far. They are bee honeycombs, a grid of joined hands
(more about it in the next chapter), a sieve, an amulet otherwise known as
tefelin. What is tefelin? It is an old Jewish device. It is a tightly sown
leather cube attached to a leather platform with two bands. There are four
tightly rolled and bleached, soft kidskin strips of parchment with Talmudic
inscriptions carved into the cube. A worshipper attached the device to his
forehead, with the axes of parchment rolls perpendicular to the forehead and
their outer ends facing East. It turns out that the inscriptions are
irrelevant. What matters is the material and its shape and dimensions. When the
device is made from different materials it causes only unpleasant sensations,
while a leather tefelin produces a beneficial physiological effect. The
microstructure of the material must have a part in the CSE quality as well,
besides the shape and other such factors. nepriyatnye oschuscheniya; kozhanyj
zhe tefilin

Scepter
of Thot The ancient
Egyptian deity Thot was a god of science, sorcery and an "accountant" of the
soul's earthly deeds. This is the design of his staff. A 2- or 3mm thick copper
wire is twisted at the end into the shape of a flat spiral, with 3-4 coils 10
cm in diameter. It has also 2 coils of transverse, 3-dimensional spiral, each 5
cm in diameter, closer to the handle. The wire is inserted into the 16 cm long,
square-sectioned handle made from dense wood. The handle is 4 cm thick at base
and 1.5 cm thick at its wire end. The entire staff with the wire coil is 41 cm
long. The narrow end of the handle has 13 deep bellow shaped notches. The staff
works even without the wire (albeit not as intensely). The wire is thin and
could be of any material. But, it works the best when it is thickly insulated
in two layers. This increases its effect. If you hold the staff as demonstrated
in the picture, the total radiation emanating from the center of the large
spiral, perpendicular to its surface, are very well-perceivable by the human
palm on both sides of the spiral. I have never found out the purpose behind
this ancient Egyptian tool and what use they may have had for this
"double-beam" emanator.

Cheops
Pyramid. Make a pyramid of 3-4 layers of thick, porous wrapping
paper: 20x20 cm square base, ascending edges 19cm each. Glue it only at the
edges, the tighter the better but, in a thin line. Cut out Make a 5-6 cm hole
in the middle of one of the side faces. Hold a 10 cm long piece of drawing coal
or a pencil in your fingers and insert this indicator into the hole, slanting its far end toward the
bottom of the pyramid. "Stir" the space inside the pyramid with the
indicator, take it out and repeat the

procedure about 30 times.
You will soon pick up an active zone, a "clot", where the Egyptians
had their tombs. Another active zone (a flame) above the top of the pyramid is
also well-perceived by the indicator if you drag its end over the top. The
"clot" and the "flame" are well-felt by the finger inserted
into he pyramid, or your palm moved above it after some practice. The pyramid effect,
which generated many scary and mysterious stories over the centuries, is one of
the CSE manifestations.

A skeleton pyramid:
Similar interesting qualities are displayed by pyramids of identical dimensions
but only skeletal, without faces. Such a skeleton can be glued together from 8
smooth, firm straws. Here we get the effect of the total CSE of the straws with
their complex capillary structure and the effect of the entire cavity. Such
pyramids can also be made in other sizes with proportional increase in the
length of the edges. Hold such a pyramid above your friend's head, first bottom
down for about 5 min, then bottom up. Conduct additional experiments with
insects (bumblebees, developing caterpillars, etc.), house plants and
perishable foods, by placing the latter within the pyramid, above and underneath
it (always checking your experiments by identical ones but without the CSE
effect). You will see that ancient Egyptians had their reason to build
pyramids.

Telekinesis.
Is the name for a
contactless movement of light objects performed by the so-called gifted, i. e.
moving a match box on a table without touching it, or holding a tennis ball in
the mid air. I submit that everyone has this capability. Suspend the described
skeletal straw pyramid by its top from the ceiling by a thin, artificial thread,
or even better yet by a long shred of elastic torn from a stocking.

Choose a
spot with the least convection (air circulation). Allow a few hours for the pyramid to stop rotating. Cup your
hands into a tube (see picture) and point your hands from a 2-meter distance at
the suspended pyramid (do not lose your "target"). The pyramid will
eventually start rotating clockwise in a few minutes under the pressure of this
beam of CSE energy. You can then stop its rotation by moving the "tube"
of your hands to the right side of the skeleton and it will start rotating
counter-clockwise. Conduct these experiments of various duration, after various
time intervals and at various distances. You will see that telekinesis is no
miracle, but only one of the manifestations of the will of matter, which is not
available to only a chosen few but, to everyone. Your palm is also a
multi-cavity structure, which clearly repels the pyramid indicator device
described in this chapter.

You can practice using
this skeletal pyramid and develop and significantly increase your
"telekinetic" abilities with it.

Grain
CSE Fasten a bunch of
30-40 ripe wheat ears with short stems inside a low coneof dark paper (see the picture).
Hand-perceivable emanations from the ears repel the straw indicator of this
device through any screens even harder than some honeycombs. This effect is
produced by multiple wedge-shaped sinuses between ear scales, which are
directed at an acute angle toward the bottom of the ear.

Haymaking
with miracles: I had been shown the following trick in my youth. A fragment of
a cut stem, the length of a short pencil, was placed on the blade of a scythe
next to its blunt edge. Another such stem fragment of the same length was
placed on the blade in the same manner but at somedistance
and then it was pushed by hand toward the first one. When at about 8cm, the
first stem begun to move away from the second stem along the edge.

This
experiment wasn't always successful, but it usually occurred immediately after
cutting of large amount of grass from the same place. I forgot some elements or
conditions of the experiment but, I think that the following factors were at
work here. An abrupt change of the total CSE field on the "deformed"
meadow (let us remember the tree windfall case), the grid of the harvester's
fingers, the multi-cavity properties of the stem itself and perhaps its
position against the morning sun. Static electricity is excluded because
everything at that hour is wet. [grass used to be mowed with the morning dew
still on it] isklyuchaetsya: vse vokrug v `etot chas mokroe...

Identified
Flying Objects. I was surprised a long time ago in a remote Caucasus village
that people would walk about and through dense forests in the mountains at
night, with lit cigarettes in their mouths and waving hands. The light from the
buts would light up for a second, then disappear behind their bodies or trees
flickering in the distance. It had turned out that these were actually local
fireflies, Luceola mingredica. The light of these flies twinkles in this
manner. Meanwhile, UFO reports and letters from my readers speak of dark flying
saucers, which turn out to be either flocks of birds, or compact swarms of
insects. I myself have seen not only "columns" of insects in Siberia
but, also "balls" of them, 3 to 4 meters in diameter. In some cases
they were some mosquito like fliers, in other the winged ants of the Mirmica
genus. Such swarm could be taken by an ignorant person for a huge, round
plasmoid from afar.

A
detailed description of the CSE effect may be found in my book "The
Mysteries of the World of Insects" (Novosibirsk, 1990), in the journals
Sibirskii Vestnik Selskokhoziastvennoi Nauki, no.3, 1984 and Pchlovodstvo, no.
12, 1984. The physical nature of CSE is described in Non-periodic Galloping
Phenomena in the Environment, vol. III (Tomsk, 1988). All in all

I
have published over three dozens of articles on the CSE. As promised, I will
describe the rest in my next book. I will call it as I called this chapter:
"Flight."

The
late Victor S. Grebennikov may not be contacted through Iu. N. Cherednichenko che@online.sinor.ru any more.

-S.D.K.

The original text
has been published in Russian by Ju. N. Cherednichenko of Russian Academy
of Sciences. It has been been translated by an undisclosed Russian
emigrant on my and my friend's Marinus Berghuis (Ren) behalf for $600US.
If there is anyone who would not mind to donate some cash against the
sharing of the cost of this file, make the donation out and send it to J. Decker at Keelynet.

I have edited the
original translation as well as I was able to in order to dull its heavy
Slavic accent. I am asking the English natives for mercy for its ethnic
grammar, which still remains in it. Mr. Juri N. Cherrednichenko has been
so kind as to allow me to publish this translation for whoever's use and
information for free.

To view the original
site with all the drawings and photos, please visit Mr. Cherednichenko's
site with the original Russian text. I do not have enough space on
this site to have it here all complete.

I would like to
point out that the text contains internal inconsistencies, particularly in
the part which describes the flying. This may be due to author's intent,
but it may also be due to the deteriorating health of the author at the
time of the writing of this book.

·In the spring of 2001 Viktor
S. Grebennikov has died.The eternal memory of this uncommon
scientist - naturalist will remain in our hearts.

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